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“You look like a ghost,” Clint replied.

“One more fight,” Clint said.

Clint nodded once. No speech. No grand vow. He just picked up his bow from the dock—the one he’d set down five years ago—and the string sang under his thumb. avengers-endgame

“You look like hell,” Tony said, landing soft on the dock.

Tony tilted his head toward the cabin. “She’s asleep?” “You look like a ghost,” Clint replied

The lake stayed still. The cabin stayed dark. But the stars, for the first time in half a decade, looked like they were waiting for something to begin again.

The lake was still. So still that the reflection of the cabin didn’t ripple, and the stars looked like pinned needles of light in a frozen sky. Clint sat on the dock, feet inches above the water, and watched the suitcases by the cabin door. The years had taught him that silence wasn’t empty. It was just waiting. No speech

He should leave. He’d said his goodbyes. But his boots stayed nailed to the wood.